Tough Day

I was “knocked for six” when I received the news of the death of my friend Phil over the weekend.
Phil was ex RUC and I met him around thirty-five years ago in Belfast, he had been injured in a terrorist attack but had returned to duty, he was to be injured again.
After recovering again he returned to duty but eventually retired and came to live firstly in Cornwall and latterly York. I never spoke to him regularly but now and again, he was always cheerful and upbeat, more interested in hearing about you rather than talk about himself.
When Heather let me know I felt immense sadness, I still do.
It will be a long sad drive to York.